There's a certain time of month when I can't get enough spanking and discipline (kinda the opposite of that time of month). I'm insatiable, and I know that's a lot to ask of anyone, let alone someone who often sees spanking me as more of a chore-like form of foreplay than an exciting main event.
But, with the proper bad attitude, I usually get some of what I crave :)
. . .
I was over his lap recently for one of these much-craved discipline sessions. It was light-hearted. He wasn't spanking too hard. I was being smart and witty. Then, he started doing this thing where he scratches my red bottom with his fingernails, and I couldn't stand it. It's not that it overly hurt--it was just...too much sensation. I was overstimulated, and it made me feel nauseous.
I told him I didn't like it, and to "pleeeeaaase stop."
He kept going, so I wriggled around, attempting to roll off his lap.
He pulled me back and did it again, so I reached back and pushed his hand up forcefully. I'm not quite sure what happened--you'll have to get his version of events--but I may or may not have hit his face with our hands.
Before I could say anything, I was being pinned down as hard, fast smacks rained down on my "overstimulated" bottom. I attempted to lunge forward off his lap. He held me fast, not letting me get a word in edgewise with all the spanking.
"Do you want to try a move like that again, young lady?" he asked in his most HOH-y voice.
"No, sir. I'm really sorry," I said.
"Yes. Yes, you are sorry," he said, and he continued to lay into my poor bottom with hard, bruising smacks, until I was thoroughly chastised, and he rolled me off his lap and ordered me to lay on my stomach.
He reached for his phone, and he spent the next 5-10 minutes ordering me into different poses so he could take pictures of my bright red bottom. My husband studied photography professionally for a while, so these weren't your run-of-the-mill erotic photos. He ordered me into many creative poses so he could get "mysterious" shots and "artistic" shots.
Then he laid on his back and swung me up and over, straddling so that my bottom was facing him--yet another creative. We made love in this position while he got even more "creative" with his fingers, in previously uncharted territory...